Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Names,
PIL,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.